Poison Doctor Demon Consort

Chapter 137, The husband and son-in-law she wanted But, she, Linghu Shuiyue, was full of fantasies about love, and only wanted to be a couple for the rest of her life, flying together. What she longs for most is to find a paradise, build a mountain lodge, and the two of them will raise chickens and pigs, plant flowers and grass, and live a life that only envies mandarin ducks but not immortals.

Just imagine, the royal power is supreme, Zhu Youhong, the majestic Ninth Prince Zhu Youhong who was born in the royal family, the prince of the Great Yan Kingdom who is most likely to inherit the great rule of the Yan Kingdom, is it possible for her dream to come true? No way! She wasn't an idiot for that.

Therefore, it is best for her to find a handsome scholar with a jade face. A folding fan, or a sword, in leisure time, poetry, flowers, wine and tea, husband and wife are of the same heart, such days are the days of gods.

"Who do you like?" Zhu Shuai noticed that this girl was a little absent-minded in his arms? God does not keep the house? He never liked to ask questions repeatedly, but this girl has the ability to make him like an iceberg erupt.

"I like the kind of gentleman and scholar who is as gentle as jade, well-read poetry and books, and humble and polite. Not only is he well-read poetry and books, he can also farm and care for animals, knows how to sow in spring and harvest in autumn, and knows the four seasons of flowering..."

Linghu Shuiyue sketched out a perfect image of a scholar and a farmer combined in his mind, calling her "the lady is polite!" every day, singing the wind and enjoying the moon with her, living a beautiful life in a paradise.

"Isn't this king a well-read, gentle and polite young master? As for farming and working, it's just for making a living. My monthly salary is not low, and the palace has everything you need, so don't worry about it." Zhu Youhong immediately laughed when he heard this, thinking that this girl was referring to him.

"You belong to the king who wields swords and wields swords, gallops on the fly, kills enemies on the battlefield, strategizes, and holds hands in the world. How is it different from ordinary scholars?" Linghu Shuiyue said with disgust. She has no great ambitions in her life, she doesn't want to be a princess or queen, she just wants to be an ordinary little girl who is free in the rivers and lakes or lives in seclusion in the mountains.

"Does Yue'er despise this king for being too good? Abandon the good and choose the ordinary, and pick the dross for the essence? It's unheard of! Could it be that Yue'er is afraid that the king's affairs will be cumbersome in the future, and he will accompany you flawlessly day and night?" Zhu Shuai has seen too many resentful women in the palace, so he can only think about it.

"Haven't you heard of it? Linghu Shuiyue is a crazy girl. She doesn't like the prince and grandson, she just wants to live an ordinary life, do you understand? Or, would you like to give up the identity of the prince and play with me?"

"Why are you pretending to be crazy?" Zhu Shuai changed the question. It doesn't matter what this girl says, go back to Beijing and ask her father for an imperial decree to marry her, and she will be his princess.

"I didn't pretend to be crazy. I was originally crazy and stupid, but recently I suddenly recovered." Linghu Shuiyue couldn't say that I had traveled through time.

"Have you met a famous doctor?"

"No. It's just a coincidence, and it suddenly recovered."

"Um."

What does um mean? Did this man believe her lies? Linghu Shuiyue feels that chatting with Zhu Shuai is really a bit of a pig's mouth, and it is difficult to communicate with each other in ancient and modern dialogues.

However, for this important matter of marriage, she must strive to marry a good-looking man she wants. uh-huh! After returning to Beijing, she should find someone to marry immediately! No matter how good Zhu Shuai is, she must never marry!

As soon as you enter the palace gate, it's as deep as the sea! The deep palace is like the sea, this is definitely not exaggerated by the storyteller, but in fact, as far as she knows, the men in this time and space are not very reliable, they are all eating from the bowl, looking at the pot, there are groups of wives and concubines in the family, return to the brothel, and the housekeeper, all abducted into the house.